27 September 2012

I dreamed of a flat looking out on the palace, on the Neva,on that golden needle a junkie might see in his dreams.At first I dreamed I was living there, in that flat.But then I dreamed that this place was beyond my means.

I dreamed (getting riled) that in this place there would livethieving bureaucrats, lickspittle courtiers, criminal scum,or pop-music trash. I dreamed it was time to leave.But then I dreamed that a dream may well be redone.

And then in this dream I went to the window once more,and beneath me saw clouds, and golden domes and spires,and then in this dream I dreamed I would fall asleep here,being so high up, with the lift still not authorised.